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Here are the 2 cats I had when I bought my house 15 years ago, my Ying/Yang . Tigger is on the right, got him from his 2nd owner. Tigger slept in my hand on the ride home. Then he started with his crazy kitten antics, chewing on my feet, scratching my legs, driving me crazy. He was my 1st cat, I always had dogs. I knew he needed a buddy. I found Midnight on the hospital grounds, starving, weight 6 lbs. Off to the Vet, spay, get checked out, they said she was between 1-3 years old. She was so grateful for a warm house & full belly. For 16 years she existed to Love and be Loved. She slept under the covers lying beside me or between my husband & my head. I would fall asleep listening to her purr. Tigger was with me for 14 years, we played catch, he would do tricks for Pounce and come running anytime a can of cat food was opened (so he could lick the lid). They both brought so much Love & happy times into our home. I would never had become a "cat" & dog person without them. I also Rescued a beautiful Shetland Sheepdog named Angel, she was with me for 9 1/2 years. My other Rescue was a wonderful Chocolate Lab, named Yogi, she was my Heart! Yogi was with me for 10 1/2 years. So for 9 1/2 years I had 4 Rescues in my house, 4 more wonderful heartbeats. I also had another Rescue, an outdoor cat I named Sam. I never knew how old Sam was but he came in and hung out with Yogi all day, had his dinner and went back outside. I built him an insulated hutch. I held each one of them in my arms, kissed their heads, told them how much they were Loved & let them cross over to the Rainbow Bridge. I Cried every time & my heart broke each time. They were my family; I took each 1 back to the only home they ever knew.
Last year was the worse for me.. I was suffering from anxiety, and severe depression, and too make it worse i lost 3 cats in a month. I started spiralling downhill to the point i never left home, didn't leave my bed, eat or drink.. I ended up moving towns. I started to feel lonley, so i searched for a cat rescue group, and contacted them, a lady told me about a ginger male kitten they had, I loved ginger cats so I was already sold. She told me she would drop him off in two days. I waited, and waited, and waited, She was a no show, I contacted her again and she explained that the cat has been missing for 2 nights. I was disappointed but asked if she could send pics of the other kittens, she agreed. As I went through them, I was immediately inlove with a little black kitten, I told her I had to have him, she laughed and brung him over straight away. He was in such bad health, he was scrawny, his eye was covered in gunk, and you could see the fleas crawling on him. As soon as i took him inside i gave him a bath, cleaned his eye, and called the vet for an appointment. I tried feeding him, and giving him water, but all he wanted was attention, and to be loved. He has never left my side since that night. I fell inlove with this little kitten straight away and since that first night he has been my little furrbaby. He is now a very healthy little stocky kitten named Mr <3, who has helped me through my depression, and anxiety, he gave me a reason to get up every morning. This cat saved my life.
Hello, my name is Stripes and boy do I have a story to tell you. I was born in a little town in South Texas, called Penitas. I lived outside when I was born and this little girl kept trying to drown me. When my mom, Lee Ann, found me she fell in love with me and convinced her husband Robert, and the guy who drove the van to let me be an additional passenger. She took good care of me making sure I stayed away from the little girl, until it was time to leave, then loaded me up. I didnt want to ride in her bag, instead I insisted on riding in between her and dad, all the way home (10 hours with stops along the way). The guy we rode home with loved to stop at this gas station called "Stripes, in South Texas, therefore I was named after that in his honor. When we got home, I immediately fell in love with my brother (a dog) and we have been best pals since. I have 3 sisters and a brother, but I am the baby and boy am I spoiled.
Little did mom know that when I was living in Penitas, and the little girl was trying to drown me, I also suffered a shoulder injury and now have to take medicine for the rest of my life. I love the fact she has to feed me an extra feeding with moist food in it, and I really don't mind the medicine in there as long as I don't see the white powder on top of it. I clean my plate every day.
Oreo was a gift from my COTA friend she was supposed to be sent to a shelter by her daughter. Instead, she bought Oreo to the nursing home where we work together as therapist.
Bringing Oreo to the SNF (skilled nursing facility) bought attention to our administrator, she said she needs papers if OREO has shots. Although, OREO stays only 6 hours in the SNF most of the patient who adore pets like her to be out in the cage and cuddle this sweet kitty. Most of the patients take turns cuddling OREO it was fun inside the Rehab room for a while.
So i took Oreo home and adapted her as my pet and sooner we bonded like mom and baby, she likes people and all other guest like Couchsurfers around the globe OREO will kiss and smell them.
She likes people and kids.
I never regret adopting OREO because my favorite cat back home in the Philippines was beat to death before Oreo came to my life. I cried two nights and I still miss Magz. But i know for sure adopting new cat, Magz will be happy in heaven.
My mother took me to the pound in Las Vegas in order to look for a missing cat, George, whom we later found out had returned to his old home and was fine. I looked through the cages and was crying hard, because he was not there. My mother, who was allergic to cats, informed me that I could bring home one. "But what about George?" "If he comes back, then we will keep them both" I found an orange and white tabby (Norweigan Forest) kitten, who was all by himself in the cage, He was tiny with over-sized head and feet. I picked him out. While the adoption paperwork was being processed, the lady told us that we had saved him in his last minutes. It was closing time and this had been his last chance to be saved from being euthanized. He was my best friend. He acted more like a dog than a cat. My mother passed away from cancer, when I was sixteen. I ended up having my cat for twenty years, which was four years longer than my mother. During the last years of his life, he wasted away from being approximately twenty pounds (he was not fat but large) to about 9 pounds. He was skin and bones. He was mostly blind and senile. I hand fed him with a syringe for nine months, In his last month, I was giving him IVs every day, He could not longer make it to the litter box and I was having to wash his bedding regularly. One day, my husband picked me up from work in order to take my cat to the vet. As I got in the car, I could hear him making the same sounds breathing that my mother did right before she passed. The vet confirmed that he was slowly drowning in his own fluids and gave him an hour or two to live. "Put him to sleep. I would rather him go quickly than slowly like this." I petted him and cuddled with him until the end .
Last winter it got to below zero several times, which is rare where we live. A big orange tomcat came out of nowhere and it seems he may have been living under the house for years, hearing us with all of our animals already inside no doubt. I started feeding him on our covered porch because my alpha cat fought with him. Animal fights scare me and I am no animal whisperer, try as I might. I was forced to put an advertisement in for him, but now I feel blessed no one came. I visited him several times a day on the porch, and he seemed very happy but also sad as he looked in the window at the other cats. All he wanted to do was be held, purr and eat.
The guilt was getting to me but we had no vet money and the few fights they got in were frightening. Finally, my son came home one day with a big bull dog someone had tied to his car and left. We do not believe in kill shelters, so we kept the dog. The dog had to take Busters porch immediately, and big thunderstorms were coming, Buster was dazed and confused. I had to bring him in. The other cats were so jarred by the arrival of the big "strange bull dog creature" they were to exhausted to fight, and have not since. It has been days, no fights, all is well. Buster now sleeps by head and is inside permanently, unless he wants to get some sun. The dog sleeps with my son now. Sometimes things are taken care of in the strangest of ways. Not only do animals have feelings, they are equal in depth to ours, if not more so.
Once my apartments changed management and allowed dogs, I ran out to begin my search. We were looking for a small dog, like a chihuahua. I set out to the shelter I had called but I ended up turning the wrong way. I saw a sign for a different shelter so I figured what the heck I'll go look. I asked if they had any small dogs and she seemed very hesitant. She said we have a chihuahua, but shes too young and wont be available for about 6 weeks. I figured I would look at her anyway even though I wanted a dog so badly and sooner than later. They had her in a cage in the cat room because she was so small and when I looked into those brown eyes, I knew. She was the sweetest little girl and I instantly loved her. I visited her several times a week and the wait was so hard. The shelters policy on high demand dogs was whoever's car was closet to the fence got the dog. She would be available on Monday so I said I'll be here Sunday night. The shelter said that there were a lot of people wanting MY dog so we packed up the car and camped out for 3 days and nights. Monday morning when they let her out she ran as fast as she could to me. She was my very best friend and was there for me through the hardest times of my life. My bond with her is unexplainable. She recently past away from congestive heart failure and I feel lost without her. But I thank my lucky stars I drove the wrong way and I cherish all my memories of my sweet girl. Until we meet again Pooper!!!! I love you!
My family had gotten Zack (black and white) as a puppy in 2009 as a birthday present for my younger brother. In 2013 I turned 19 and finally moved out of my parents house but my unexpected move left Zack confused and depressed. He was chewing his paws raw from anxiety. It got so bad my parents had to put baby socks on him to prevent him from chewing on his feet. Three months after I moved out my mom found Tinkerbell (black and tan) on petfinder. She was a year older then our beloved Zack and ad been left at the police station a few towns over her owner was called for active duty and had to leave Tinkerbell behind.My parents left for to adopt her the next day and gave her the care and love she needed. Her and Zack became quick friends and Zack is doing much better now that he has a friend.
I had lost my boy kitty Orbit, and found myself no longer a mother to a sweet boy for the first time in 24 years. I was getting emails from a company to rescue cats, and had been ignoring them for weeks. One day, I clicked open an email and saw Orbit's twin, available at a shelter 30 miles away. I called, they said he was available, and I headed out to go get my new man. I get to the shelter, which had a cattery, and they tell me the kitty I saw online had been adopted, but this gorgeous ginger man walked up to me, and I swear his expression said "get the car, lady, I've been waiting." I took him home, and it was magical love from the second his paw hit the ground. He was always sweet natured, a little bit of a prince, and definitely the man of the house.
My sweet Carlo left me after 7 years when kidney failure took him in a matter of days. I had been hospitalized myself for 5 days, and the day after I returned, he became sick. That was Carlo, though, always the gentleman. He waited for me to come home before he passed away. I miss my Tangerine prince more than anything, but I take pleasure in knowing that from the moment we met, he had a rhinestone lifestyle and wanted for nothing. He was my once in a lifetime kitty, and I'm proud to have been his mama.
A friend who owns some rental properties called me to say one of his renters had left in the middle of the night. He discovered a few days later, upon inspecting the property that they had left a dog inside, (Phoenix Arizona summer), and he was at a loss as to what to do. I had recently lost my Lucy girl and her buddy Ricky was feeling depressed. I was looking for a companion for Ricky and he had remembered. I went to visit and he had forewarned me that the dog was sort of big! The introduction went well as, (the soon to be named "Girly"), immediatedly jumped into the middle of my back seat, all 90 lbs. of her!
Arriving at home, the introduction with Ricky was a little difficult at first.......But soon they were best buddies! She has the best personality and is enjoying her forever home. What a perfect fit!